Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.